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Details | Quatrain | |

Cowboy Hoe Down

This long awaited date -
a hoedown it’s to be
shy smiles as we head in
we touch hands nervously

We allemande left and do-si-do
Then both head ladies chain
and breathlessly we meet 
in each other’s arms again

We swirl in sawdust on the floor
to the tune sweet Bye and Bye
Evocative is the patter
as the gold moon rises high

An anticipated moment
as the fiddle fades away
Your denim and my lace
soon lie buried in the hay

Sweet echoes of the evening
fill passion in the soul
Upon the amber straw
we both have lost control


written October 27, 2014 by Rick Parise and Andrea Dietrich
For Shadow Hamilton's Cowboy Hoe Down Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Cowboy Hoe Down

On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated  
Lights are lit, the banners sway
By the walls barrels and cartwheels
Wooden stools and bales of hay.
 
Everybody loves a shindig
Where square dancing is the craze
Violins, guitars and banjos
Hillybilly music plays.
 
There’s a guy who’s always present
He’s the handsome Cowboy Kurt
On his head a leather Stetson
Dressed in jeans and chequered shirt.
 
Carol comes in golden pigtails
Gorgeous looking in flared skirt
She stands out; her smile is charming
She is hot and likes to flirt.
 
Cowboy Kurt looks quite appealing
He taps his feet to the beat
As other couples are reeling
Pretty Carol takes a seat.
 
Kurt decides to mosey on up
And lay his heart on the line
See if Carol would share some grub
Perhaps a swig of moonshine.
 
Tiny Carol surprises Kurt
Chugging down half a bottle
She eyes him coyly, looking pert
Then starts to jig full throttle.		
 
Stunned Kurt is reeling to and fro
As wee Carol takes the lead
Dance floor clears; they put on a show
Kurt looks like a tumbleweed.		
 
Music wouldn’t stop fast enough
For Kurt who couldn’t square dance
Carol is made of tougher stuff
And has high hopes for romance.
 
Totally lit and loving it
Carol trots to the outhouse
But when she returns, Kurt has split
“Where’s my man?” Carol does grouse	
 
In his truck Kurt has hit the trail
Head still spinning from the dance
Carol sits upon a hay bale
Hoping he’ll return to prance
 
After the hoe down was over
Banjos and fiddles tucked away
Cowboy Kurt was still a rover
Out cold on the hay Carol lay.


------------------------------------------------------------
Written 6th October, 2014
A collaboration by Paul Callus and Carolyn Devonshire


Details | Rhyme | |

Cowboy Hoe Down - Maurice Yvonne and Seren



Written by Maurice Yvonne and Seren


Crack that whip, jerk the line, 
Let's start dancing it's no time to dine. 
First you holler, then you sing 
All join hands and make a ring. 

Now if you please circle wide, 
spread right out like an old cow hide. 
Feed the Hogs, brand the calf, 
Swing your honey once and a half 

Now you switch on the heel and toe 
Come gals and cowboys, don't be slow. 
Allemande left with the corner maid, 
Meet your own and promenade. 

Everybody swing and whirl 
Swing 'round and 'round with your pretty little girl. 
Do si do don't you know, 
You can't grab a rabbit until there's a snow. 

Bow to you partner and the corner miss, 
To the opposite lady just blow a kiss. 
Chicken in the bread pan scratching out gravel, 
get your maid & away you travel. 

Lassies to your seats and gents you foller 
Thank the fiddler and kiss the caller 

Dated 11 October 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Free verse | |

Howling Wolf

The feeling of your touch 
I know it in the brush of the wind
The heat of the sun
Sweeping down on my skin
A reasurrace of a hand on my shoulder
A tear wiped away
As it fell from the sky
I know much about you
Like your cowboys and indians
And the nights we would dance
a pow wow in the night lights
stars abrasive against our hearts
rubbing off the smudge and dirt 
To say im proud would be an understatement
Our heritage may lie beneath the pavement 
But in our hearts and in our words
The feathers still fly
Howling wolf, and I


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Cowgirl Hat Song on CD

She has a cowgirl hat and a set of spurs,
And sometimes she's as gentle as a cat that purrs,
Imagine that....she's my way with words,
And her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,

Yea! she's the cats meow...can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We get unwound..meet friends...the mood gets thicker,

Imagine that  and also this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
And that is that and this is this,
She can't resist this country cowboys kiss,

Yea! she's the cats meow....can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We enjoy the sounds of those drums and guitar pickers.

And that is that...along with this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
Imagine that...she's my way with words..
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
My baby has a cowgirl hat......Imagine that!!


Details | Lyric | |

Tequila In My Boot An A Lime In My Pocket

In a couple of hours
 another town we'll be stoppin.
  At a big ole country bar
   where we can get the people rockin.
    At least until two
     I know that place will be hoppin.

So I've got tequila in my boot, an a lime in my pocket.

Once those country boys
 start drinking shots, their ain't no stoppin.
  An those nice ole country girls
   get out an dance, we'll be hoppin.
    I know at least until two
     That this big ole bar will be rocking.

So I've got tequila in my boot, an a lime in my pocket.

It's been a couple of hours
 an no one wants the music stoppin.
  At this big ole country bar
   everybody wants to keep a rockin.
    But it's almost now two
     an everybody is still a hoppin.

Going to have to get more tequila for my boot, an another lime for my pocket.

Soon the bar will be closin
 cause after this song we'll be stoppin.
  We had ourselves a good time
   as we kept the people rockin.
    With all the tequila that I drank
     I don't know if I, can continue hoppin.

I guess that's what is due, when ya putting tequila your boot, an a lime in your pocket.



Danny Boy:9-27-13   ©
Contest Name: Another Song Lyric Contest
By Anne Currin 


Details | Lyric | |

He Likes Ugly Girls

Baby, I see you starin' at him,
But you ought to give me whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk,
But when he gets drunk...
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, he still lives with his Momma
Even tho' he's 33.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts,
And he brings home new recipes.

She's told him he's good lookin',
And there's no doubt it's true;
But when he takes home a pretty woman,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."

She says, "Son, if you want good lovin',
A plain and homely gal will provide.
She'll treat you right, mornin' and night;
And keep you satisfied."

So baby, you can stare at him, 
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk, 
But when he gets drunk....
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

You don't stand a chance.
That boy loves his Momma.

Yeah, he goes for ugly girls.


Details | Verse | |

Cowboy HOE DOWN



^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This long awaited date - a hoedown it’s to be shy smiles as we head in we touch hands nervously We allemande left and do-si-do Then head ladies chain and breathlessly we meet in one another’s arms again We swirl in sawdust on the floor to the tune sweet Bye and Bye Evocative is the patter as the gold moon rises high An anticipated moment as the fiddle fades away Your denim and my lace soon lie buried in the hay Sweet echoes of the evening fill passion in the soul Upon the amber straw we both have lost control ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Poets~Andrea Dietrich & Rick Parise Cowboy HOE DOWN 10-27-2014


Details | Cowboy | |

Country Hoe Down


Crack that whip, jerk the line, Let's start dancing it's no time to dine. First you holler, then you sing All join hands and make a ring. Now if you please circle wide, spread right out like an old cow hide. Feed the Hogs, brand the calf, Swing your honey once and a half Now you switch on the heel and toe Come gals and cowboys, don't be slow. Allemande left with the corner maid, Meet your own and promenade. Everybody swing and whirl Swing 'round and 'round with your pretty little girl. Do si do don't you know, You can't grab a rabbit until there's a snow. Bow to you partner and the corner miss, To the opposite lady just blow a kiss. Chicken in the bread pan scratching out gravel, get your maid & away you travel. Lassies to your seats and gents you foller Thank the fiddler and kiss the caller Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Contest Name: HOE DOWN Collaboration By Seren Roberts/ Maurice Yvonne 11~10~2014


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Rhyme | |

Cowboy Hoe Down

On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.

The inside is decorated  
Lights are lit, the banners sway
By the walls barrels and cartwheels
Wooden stools and bales of hay.

Everybody loves a shindig
Where square dancing is the craze
Violins, guitars and banjos
Hillybilly music plays.

There’s a guy who’s always present
He’s the handsome Cowboy Kurt
On his head a leather Stetson
Dressed in jeans and chequered shirt.

Carol comes in golden pigtails
Gorgeous looking in flared skirt
She stands out; her smile is charming
She is hot and likes to flirt.

Cowboy Kurt looks quite appealing
He taps his feet to the beat
As other couples are reeling
Pretty Carol takes a seat.

Kurt decides to mosey on up
And lay his heart on the line
See if Carol would share some grub
Perhaps a swig of moonshine.

Tiny Carol surprises Kurt
Chugging down half a bottle
She eyes him coyly, looking pert
Then starts to jig full throttle.

Stunned Kurt is reeling to and fro
As wee Carol takes the lead
Dance floor clears; they put on a show
Kurt looks like a tumbleweed.

Music wouldn’t stop fast enough
For Kurt who couldn’t square dance
Carol is made of tougher stuff
And has high hopes for romance.

Totally lit and loving it
Carol trots to the outhouse
But when she returns, Kurt has split
“Where’s my man?” Carol does grouse

In his truck Kurt has hit the trail
Head still spinning from the dance
Carol sits upon a hay bale
Hoping he’ll return to prance.

After the hoe down was over
Banjos and fiddles tucked away
Cowboy Kurt was still a rover
Out cold on the hay Carol lay.



*Written October 6, 2014 
by Paul Callus and Carolyn Devonshire


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Free verse | |

HEY COWBOY

i saw her walk into 
my favorite bar
she was so beautiful 
she stole my heart 
in the time it takes
to take a single breath
i knew i had to take a chance 
so i walked up and asked
pretty lady do you dance
this dance with me 
would you dance through 
this life with me

she turned to me 
and whispered
cowboy your wasting your time 
i’m not your type 
and baby your not mine
i don’t drink beer 
and i don’t like country songs
be better for you if you
just moved on
cowboy move on 
just walk away from me 

hey cowboy 
walk away as fast you can
i’m not your kind of girl
your not my type of man
i’m not trying to hurt you 
or cause you any pain
but loving me will see you
crying in the rain
i need the glitter 
you ride in the dust
i’m a big city girl
you drive a pick up truck

but as i turned to walk away
she whispered.......
hey cowboy

irish


Details | Rhyme | |

A Fun Filled Secret

7/16/2014

An adventure I went
on
Full of laughter,
cheer and fun
A country themed day
that I will
Talk about, secrets
wont spill
First dressing like
cowgirls do
Tight fitting jeans
baby blue
Next a shirt with
hanging tassels
Snaps, not buttons,
prevent hassles
A belt buckle so
cute and shiny
Not big, a little
less tiny
A cowgirl hat on top
my head
No brown, pretty
pink instead
Special ordered
boots to wear
Fringe and spurs put
on with care
All decked out to
have a night
That will be a pure
delight
My first country
club experience
Filled with care
free innocence
Music gets my feet a
tappin'
Not knowing how this
just happened
Somehow over the
course of time
I was in a dancing
line
Not drunk, but
losing all my
balance
I was doing moves so
freelance
Soon I was sitting
on a bull
Hanging on tightly
up until
Someone cranked it
up to high
I shot off into the
sky
My singing is way to
scary
To do any karaoke
Now I'm on stage out
of tune
Surprised I haven't
cleared the room
Hours go by and I
find
I can not leave this
behind
Making a promise to
come back
Everybody loved my
act
Of a first timer at
this place
I never left a
single trace
My secret is safe of
course
That I am really a
HORSE


Details | Couplet | |

His Movements Dance

As his rider gives the judge a glance,
He tosses his mane and shifts his stance;

The winner he is, without a doubt,
He trots in place and then moves out;

Not quite believing what I saw,
I watched in silence, struck in awe;

Almost as if he wants to tease;
He crosses over with seaming ease,

His perfect cadence and fluid prance;
I sat in wonder as I watched him dance.


~Write A Backwards Poem Contest~


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Country Craziness

Getting rowdy--really loud
Hanging with your country crowd
Having fun with lots of laughter
Nothing seems to really matter
Watching sports and swigging bears
All your troubles disappear
Jukebox playing favorite songs
You can dance to all night long
Cowboy hats--Tight fitting jeans
This is such a sexy scene
Hearing yee-haw and y'all
In a southern country drawl
Dresses twirling on the floor
Dancing like never before
Bull riding and betting on
Who will fall off--just for fun
Red solo cups across the bar
Drunken voices yell yee-haw
Some workdays---every weekend
This enjoyment never ends
Through the warm, cold and hot weather
Family and friends get together
For some harmless fun that lasts
Always having such a blast


Details | Rhyme | |

COWBOY HOE DOWN

The crop has been harvested, the moon has turned red. 
All our chores are now finished, the cows have been fed. 
Time to put on our best blue jeans, spit polish our boots. 
Let down our long hair, get back to our country roots. 
Billy has got a banjo, Danny is a diamond on the drum, 
Announcement posted at the hardware store, everybody come. 
Feasting on some pumpkin bread, beer and barbeque, 
Heels to the dirt dance floor, shake hands a time or two. 
Peggy Sue in her sundress, Virginia has gotten a new do, 
Let's listen to the dance caller to find the right dance queue. 
Begin with a simple square dance, and ease the stage fright, 
You can do si do your partner, bow to left and to the right. 
Give a smile, your doing just fine, click them heels one more time, 
One, two, three, slap your knee, listen to the musically rhyme. 
Crowds around are keeping the beat, hands and boots clapping, 
Spurs on the stage, instrument of choice, chiming and tapping. 
Bellies are full, spirits are high, one more dance, one more rhyme.
Let the competition begin, kick up your heels. let's have a good time.
All the best dancers shuffle their feet wondering who will capture the crown,
The night heats up, crowds gather round, time for an old fashioned Hoe Down.  

Casarah Nance
Tim Smith
October 8, 2014


Details | Couplet | |

Learning Country

My sister said, "Let's go dancing.""Not a chance." 
 "I don't know how. I don't know how to dance."

"They give beginner's lessons at The Yellow Rose.”
 "They'll have a live band to keep you on your toes." 

I gave in to her begging and gathered up my spunk.
Those at the Rose were probably already drunk.

So I said, "What the heck; how hard's it gonna be?
Those guys are too busy to watch the likes of me."

In most of my endeavors, it's always been my fate,
there's some hidden truth that I didn't anticipate.

Every song had a different dance, no two were the same.
I stood with eyes popping, thinking this was insane.

"What kind of style is this?" I muttered, watching the dancing.
They were clapping and yelling,, twirling and prancing;

with thumbs hooked in pockets and fancy boots on their feet,
they shuffled, hitched and swayed to a crazy country beat.

Not dancing with one another, they formed a perfect line,
  turning and bumping hips and stomping in double time.

They even did a Cha Cha,, a Charleston step or two,
Cheater's Waltz and Black Velvet, twining through.

Sister said, "Come on, let's go!" Well,  it's do or die,
maybe I'll flop, maybe not. I'll never know, unless I try.

I wound up teaching beginners at West Side Senior Center,
and at local "Silver Games," became a gold medal winner!

I performed with the gang at nearby nursing homes,
in matching western costumes and sequins in our combs.



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A June Night in Rotgut Saloon

A June Night in Rotgut Saloon


In walked Lefty Red behind him lay many dead
into this old dusty town his tired horse had tread
Well known his draw was quick as lightning 
his stare deadly cold and so very frightening

Stranger where is the nearest watering hole
getting drunk and riled up is my goal
Ahead 120 paces is our old Rotgut saloon
enter there and you'll get your wish soon

Lefty Red , cold, bitter and as hard as granite
entered and saw a scene like he had planned it
Crowd was loud, rowdy as hell and so very drunk
beer and whiskey flowing , an odor foully stunk

Give me a beer and two shots of your best redeye
send over that sweet blonde philly that I spy
Barkeep did exactly as he was very sternly told
That philly's man was none other than Billy Cold

Billy Cold that had 7 carved notches on his gun
even once cut a man slowly to death just for fun
The stare sent a hard and well understood reply
want this har' woman , get her , jest you try

Lefty Red knocked down whiskey shots and his beer
spun around to show a fastdraw rig , he had no fear
Billy wasted not a second to make his best play
drawed his 45 to make that insulting Lefty Red pay

As his hammer was so very quickly cocked back
his ears heard a loud booming pistol crack
A huge hole suddenly tore open in his chest
a mistake, for Lefty Red was always the very best

Body was calmly , swiftly and carefully taken away
nothing new, this was like just about any other day
Lefty told the piano man to shut up and play a tune
time for the pretty saloon girl and getting drunk soon

Townfolks remember so very well that hot June day
Lefty Red had tested Billy Cold and made him pay
Forty-five slug and justice had caught up with that man
as Lefty Red had for seven, long searching years planned

 07-08-2014


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Country Field

I wanna go shoot some beer cans,
light up the night,and drink the moon’s shine. 
I wanna see you twirl, in that summer dress
kiss your neck, while headlights burn through my heart. 
Fireflies’ll get dizzy when we dance between their flurry,
We’ll fall on grandma’s quilt and stare at the stars.
It can be so bright in a country field,
when it’s not so lonely…
And your smile, is bringin’ me home. 
Those muddy tracks were worth it;
got us stuck in each other’s arms. 
You’ve got me thinkin’… 
That a city girl, with a country heart
ain’t so bad.. 
You got me thinkin’..
that the sun might rise…
and I won’t even notice..
cos’ your starlight is just 
as bright, as any blue eyed country 
sky, I’ve ever seen. 
So, lets pour a little more 
moonshine in these cups, 
and dance til’ tomorrow. 
We’ll worry bout’ gettin’ home
when the day comes a-knockin’..
but I don’t wanna think about anything else,
but the smile pressed against my cheek. 
This country field is heaven,
and you’re the Angel ridin’ shotgun. 
Holdin’ me still, on this buck-wild 
adventure….
makin’ me feel like bein a cowboy
ain’t bein’ lost.. 
Like bein’ in this field, 
is bein’ at home,
your arms…
the rest that I’ve been looking for. 
This field, the home, I’ve always had…
but never thought, I was searchin’ for.. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


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Mexican Hat Dance

MeXican Hat Dance 
You came to my COuntry. 
Messed with my MOnkey; 
Danced with Erline. 
Drank all the whiskey; 
Have endless parteee! 
You need to go---------- 
back to old Mexico, 
make your own living, 
leave me in the snow! 
My dance is complete as 
I finished my fight and now 
all of the hats have been cleaned. 


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Girls Night Out

It's the girls night out
 at the local country bar.
This time we'll have to try
 not to go too far.

We'll have no more 
than seven shooters each,
And no more standing on the table 
giving a slightly slurred speech.

On with our cowboy boots 
and skirts a bit too short
To entice a dance partner,
 a cowboy is a good sport.

We'll try and talk the band 
into playing our favourite tune
And sing along like coyotes 
howling at the moon.

We'll dance a few, and sing a few, 
then maybe a few more.
We won't start a fight like Friday night 
and get escorted to the door.

It's all in fun, we're just kids at heart, 
going out to play.
It's time to unwind and let down our hair,
 after all we've worked all day.

There's karaoke and two-stepping 
and flirting with the guys
And telling stories, some of them true,
 most of them little white lies.

We don't do this nearly enough,
 at least that's what we think.
So here's to us, the local cowgirls, 
now would someone buy us a drink.


Details | Cowboy | |

Muck Dance Ballet

(French terms to know: arabesque (ar-a-besk) stand on one leg, other leg extended back
with knee straight, arms out; pirouette (peer-oo-et) a full turn of the body on the top of
the toe or the ball of the foot; releve' (rel-vay) rise up from the whole foot onto the
ball of the foot; demi plie' (dem-ee plee-ay) half bend of the knees; port de bras
(por-de-bra) continual movement of the arms through a series of positions; fouette
(foo-ay-tay) series of turns on one leg, the other leg extending rapidly to side and
whipping around body; glissade (glee-sade) a connecting sliding step

When corrals turn to mush
and all dirt roads are slush,
springtime has arrived at our place.
The challenge begins
since I'm sans webs or fins
to walk outside with upright grace.

I don my galoshes
and cov'ralls that washes
to feed stock that wait in the lots.
By the time I return
I will honestly earn
my decor of brown and green spots.

As I step in the slop,
my galoshes do flop,
as ankle-deep mud gets a grip.
In slow forward motion
I ease through this potion,
resisting the muck's pull to slip.

I feed several hay bales
and balance two grain pails,
while working my way through the soup.
But before I am through
I'll lose one boot or two
from suction of that muddy goop.

THWOOP!

My foot's poised in the air
as I (gasp) balance up there.
I execute an arabesque,
a slow pirouette
so I shan't get all wet.
What I need is a chair or a desk!

My predicament here
since my boot is so near
is to turn it around in the slop.
My balance must hold
while my foot's in this mold
and fearing my body will drop.

A controlled releve'    
and demi plie'
are more than my posture can stand.
A wild port de bras
while I desperately claw
finds me catching the ground with my hand.

I snap a fouette'
and turn the other way.
I manage a slippery glissade.
For it's not every day
you see Muck Dance Ballet--
just when ankle deep mud makes you wade.

Copyright Terry Henderson
terryhenderson.net


Details | Cowboy | |

A DANCER SO GRAND

A BAND AND A DANCER SO GRAND

“Shall we dance?” the lady asked ever so politely
And oh how the lady danced ever so lightly
It was as if she  \hovered an inch above the floor
And I never enjoyed dancing with a partner more

I begged the band to belabor the point
For it was the music the woman would anoint
She baptized the band as sanctified oil
And to the lady my soul became loyal

She took to the tile, a temptress, my muse
And when she asked for more no man could refuse
The brass played with class and the flute wasn’t mute
And her elegance was a fact God Himself could not refute

Mine eyes beheld the majestic majesty of grace
And simply holding her caused my heart to race
She dance me into a dream of loveliness and lace
Whilst the band grew jealous of  what was in my embrace

Her gracefulness begot beauty and grandeur so bright
While the vocalist sang a song about undying delight
But then I heard four words that dimmed every light
When the M.C. announced the final dance of the night
   DOES THIS MAKE ANYONE BESIDES ME WANT TO PUKE?
               © 2011.…..Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~


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Me and Catalina ( A Western Tale)

I had fallen in love with a young Mexican maiden in the town of El Paso
Completely mesmerized by her eyes had me following her wherever she would go.  In 
Rosa’s Cantina, the music would play and Catalina would whirl.  She became my world and 
there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this Mexican girl!
	A wild young cowboy came in with his handsome features and wicked grin.  He 
carried arrogance within and he immediately rubbed me wrong.  His lecherous eyes watched 
my Catalina dance as the pianist played and sang his song.  Too much whiskey, he’d 
consumed.  As this young stranger went to dance with my Catalina, I jumped up grabbing 
him by the arm, spinning him around to face me.  A powerful right hand knocked me to the 
ground and his look was so deadly.  My Catalina screamed, ran to my side, kneeling, 
touching my face.  A pistol in his hand, wild-eyed, I said, “Outside.  This is not the place”.
	It was high noon when the patrons poured out of Rosa’s Saloon.  The heat could 
not be avoided or beat, for it was a hot June…

	I and the young stranger stood facing each other in the center of the dusty road.  
Hands ready at our sides anticipating the next episode.  On either side of us, people young 
and old stood quiet for the event.  My fear was controlled and I itched to draw my deadly 
instrument.  I was distracted for in my eye, in the sky was the glare of the sun.  I did not 
want to die for as he flinched the bullet exploded from my gun.

	Cowboys would later say it was the faster gunplay they had ever seen.  Lighting 
fast came a blast from my quick draw.  I felt a fire burn through my chest but I knew the 
handsome stranger was dead.  Catalina knelt hugging me to her breast and her tears began 
to fall.  The young stranger lay lain but would my death be worth the kill?  I felt my life-force 
drain and an eerie chill.  I listened to Catalina cry as I was scared inside Rosa’s cantina.  I 
did not want to die and leave my dear Catalina!

	Closing my eyes, I lost conscientiousness.  To my surprise, I awoke, seeing my 
princess.  “Catalina, I thought I had died and left you alone!  Kneeling closer to my 
bedside, “The bullet went through just below the collarbone!” I said, “Marry me Catalina. For 
you are my world, my heart”.  She kissed my lips, “Yes, but first I must depart, as my 
Father is ill but I will return to you, soon.  The next day, I watched her leave for Nashville 
with the promise to return the next June…

*Written fir Deborah Guzzi’s “Giddy Up! Little Doggies/Watch Out For the Indians”



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A Teardrop Away

I hear a hawk cry to its mate
Takes me back before "too late"
Lonesome lyric desert wind
Sings me into your arms again

How I wish that it could be
not just a dream but flesh & blood reality 
Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory

The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart 
Thunder echoing down the hills
I hear your voice so close it chills

Lightening dances cross the sky
recalls the laughter in your eyes
Suddenly we're once again
Dizzy dancing in the rain 

Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory
The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart 

Gone so swiftly without goodbyes
but I know true love never dies
As I kneel at this headstone
I know I will never walk alone

For you'll always live within my heart
guiding me from the deepest part 
Gone but not forgotten, you will always be
just a teardrop away in my fondest memory

The whisper of the wind brings you back again
to dance among the shadows of my heart

(c) January 2002


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Ghost Dance

While the Ancestors worshipped 
   they shot them one and all. 
They thought they had stopped the dance 
   as they watched the Old Ones fall. 
 
But what they did not know 
   is that we do not die... 
Their bullets set us free 
   and sent our souls to fly.   
 
High above this shadow plain 
   where the spirit beasts do roam; 
We roost upon their sacred backs, 
    and the Buffalo carry us home. 
 
We dance for our lives 
   for the secrets of the Earth. 
We dance while they kill us 
   and through death find rebirth. 
 
We dance night and day, 
   to the drums thundering low. 
Singing medicine songs 
   to honor the Buffalo. 
 
Though we may not rise today 
   The People will not die; 
As long as we keep dancing, 
   the Ghosts...You...and I. 

We dance for the things for which we yearn; 
Grass covered plains, the Buffalo’s return. 
The fever of freedom forever will burn,  
While we’re dancing with the ghosts. 
 
For there is no time frame on prophesy, 
This is the Vision Great One gave to me, 
The Heart of The People will always be, 
Dancing with the Ghosts...


(Wado Waya Streeby for understanding.)


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The Old Night Herder's Dance

(2nd part continued)

Then late one night before coosie did howl,
I woke up and took me a walk by chance,
Down by the sleepin’ cow herd and ol’ Rowel 
When I heard his soft song and watched his dance.

He was just waltzin’ alone off his mount,
Like some ballroom dancer that was plum mad—
Kept twirlin’ around more than I could count—
It was all sort of comical yet sad.

I crept away thinkin’ then I’d done wrong
And climbed back in my bedroll on the range—
But I could still hear that night hawker’s song
And in my mind that lonely dance seemed strange.

Summers last forever for a young buck,
Yet somehow for me this one seemed too short—
But I knew my fate had changed with my luck
And that old chaff blew away in the sort.

Then one day Rowel packed gear in a hurry—
And I knew I’d heard his last herder’s song—
Said he was headin’ home to Missouri—
That he’d been at the ol’ dance much too long.

Then Rowel said something I still remember
About livin’ out your life as you age:
He said savor sunsets in September,
Because life’s a short sashay on the sage.

So now night herds are silently sleepin’—
And for years I’ve been here where I belong—
The night herder’s song is in my keepin’
And I sing it as I dance to the song.